went on a date with the witch. it was fuckin horrible. teeth rotting out of my head. my sister, who i love like no one but my dead twin, is pissed at me, cause i’m gonna get a fucking motorcycle, which is what my dad died on six months ago. i stopped fucking caring. not about my dad, just – these people. who do they think i am? they don’t care, and you know what, i don’t either. i miss skye. i crippled my arm getting high as shit at a bacchanal. it’ll be weeks or so before it’s better. teach her how to read tarot, when what i really want is to get married – to someone, anyone. a girl. a womyn. didn’t mean for the date to go so shitty, but i got too stoned.

2. getting too stoned is the cause of all my problems. i love you. wrong: volcano.

3. made a potion today. a little witchcraft a day keeps the demons away. i might be the craziest, but you fuckers are certainly pretty fuckin crazy.

4. need money.

5. can’t go into the ‘treatment’ program until i get my affairs in order at the beginning of next month. fuck everyone.

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